Diapered Challenge Party: an ABDL story

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I tried to struggle against Mommy’s hold on my shoulder, but she tightened her grip when she felt my resistance. Able to clean and take care of herself, she found herself wearing swaddlers for her diapers and bibs to deal with her constantly drooling, soaking self as she depended on her new daddy to clean up after her. Her voice was sweet and syrupy, bringing more blood to my face as she led me by the shoulder to the bed. Includes scenes of mind control, petplay, bimbofication, messy diapers, domestic servitude, humiliation, and a variety of fetishes. As the night went on, and it got later and later, we found ourselves watching TV on the floor, drinking soda that Rachel had snuck from downstairs.

For the 'adult' baby though, she had a hard time thinking of doing anything with food other than having it fed to her. Feeling protected, she always felt like a firm hand was keeping her safe and controlled, always making sure that she was as warm as she can be. After throwing a temper tantrum, and stomping around without saying anything else she huffed out of the bedroom. And by the end of the program, I suspect your life will have become a soft blur of napping, and drinking, and soiling, and allowing your caretakers to care for you.

Now, throw a question like that out to the general population and you can be reasonably sure what the answer is. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a little girl, she had some of the features of Rachel I noted before she darted away into the house. Feeling pleasure, she had a hard time not feeling a constant buzz, a drunken sensation that needed no drugs or additives as she had a hard time doing anything but feel touched and be touched with so many sensations.

Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway. Lust was in her eyes as she whined, sitting up to straddle him again, her back arched and leaning in close as she slowly ground her hips back and forth, sliding the diaper against his pants.

I'm a wittle diapie baby, a wittle pottypants pwincess-" "Yes, you are," Andrea responds – and as the vibrator changes tone and a muffled cry of pleasure escaped the diaper-clad girl's pacified lips, it was clear that Mommy approves of the answer. She said, instantly I placed my lips around the bottle and started sucking, drinking up all of the milk, and soon enough it was all gone, as I panted from virtually chugging the thing. Finally after what seemed like ages, the dynamic mom duo, stopped chatting as my mom gave me a kiss on the cheek we exchanged I love yous, as I was let inside. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. But will an unexpected Christmas together be awkward, or have they maybe found their ‘chosen family’?

If you are interested in purchasing this book or reading it on Kindle, here is the link: https://www. Thoughts of the constant dawdling and attention she got from her infantile life was way more pleasurable than any attention she got when she was a big girl. Sam, Chrissy, Amy and Nina are four college friends who have chosen to go on a week's getaway to a forest resort. It’s a funny thing about change: sometimes it wallops you and everything is different a minute later.

Her husband was very patient, and as he looked at her without her knowing, he had the patience to help support her wishes, whatever they maybe. The thing was tight fitting, so it often slid upwards and revealed the waistband of her puffy white diaper. His life consists of nothing more than working for much longer than he should and then going home to scroll social media.